Sunday, August 7, 2022

Soft and strange clouds


Some morning when I leave my apartment and walk down the mountain to my bus stop, I look up in amazement. The sky is such a beautiful work of art sometimes. I stand still in awe of how beautiful the natural world is. These clouds look like the softest piece of cotton or your favorite, well-worn blanket.

I pray that I can retire to a such a gorgeous place one day.

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